Wednesday, January 24, 2007

I try to keep my blog family-safe. But this poem does contain an obscenity: it seemed appropriate. You can read the whole thing here.A homeless man was sitting on the curb,with half a loaf of bread in trembling hands.You know the kind—he seemed a bit disturbed—

and passers-by with eyes averted andtheir hands in pockets, strolled all unconcerned.Indifference is easier to stand

than pity—so the city-dweller learns.The broken breadcrumbs fell into the streetand distant pigeons heard them fall, and turned

their heads. They gathered at his feet.As more and more arrived, with hungry eyesand razor beaks, all wanting bread to eat

he, overwhelmed, as if he tried to flywaved ragged arms around his stinking headand, inarticulate, let out a cry.